Liang Zhe is a sophomore student at the Gucheng Academy of Fine Arts. There are only a few hundred students in this Academy of Fine Arts, but all of them are geniuses in painting. The college is located in the cultural district of the ancient city, and the academic atmosphere on the campus is very strong. Everyone puts their minds on painting every day, and Liang Zhe is the one who is particularly outstanding.
On the fourth floor of the teaching building of the Gucheng Academy of Fine Arts, there is a classroom 403. This classroom has been dusty for a long time. It used to be a studio, but it was no longer used for some reason. Now there is always a heavy lock on the door of 403, but only Liang Zhe knows the secret of this studio. . That is, the lock, once you pull it, it will open by itself, so Liang Zhe would go into this old studio to paint every day after class, and he would paint for several hours, or even one night. Here, no one has ever disturbed. Fortunately, the lights in the studio are still on.
At around eight o'clock that night, Liang Zhe sat alone in the middle of the old studio as usual, concentrating on painting. While drawing and drawing, sleepiness struck, Liang Zhe pushed the drawing board aside, leaned on the table next to him, and fell asleep. After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Liang Zhe woke up. He lowered his head and blinked his eyes… It's really cold, he woke up from the cold, how could he be so cold? Liang Zhe looked sideways, the door was open. En? When I came in, the door was already bolted, how could it open? Liang Zhe stood up, and he walked to the door to close it, but his hand just touched the door…
"Who?" Liang Zhe turned his head, and he saw a person sitting in the corner! It was a girl in a pale yellow dress with long shawl hair. That girl was sitting there facing the corner with her back to him. It seems to be thinking about the past!
"You… how did you get in?"
"I passed by here and saw that the light was on, so I came in."
"Yes, but I have already bolted the door, how did you get in?"
"The wood on the door frame is already bad. As soon as I pushed it, the chute fell down." Sure enough, Liang Zhe looked down and saw that the chute on the door frame fell to the ground. The wood was really bad.
"Then…then what are you doing here? Why are you sitting there?"
"It's nothing . Is there a dirty ghost story , classmate, I just have one thing to ask of you…"
"Can you draw a picture of me?"
"Portrait? Why did you ask me to draw a picture of you?"
"They all say that I have a beautiful figure, so I have been looking for someone to draw a picture of me. Classmate, can you help me with this?"
Liang Zhe was silent for a moment, "Well… well, I promise you, just turn around, and I'll draw for you."
"No, please don't draw my face, just draw my back."
"Because the back view can better reflect my figure. Please draw it." Said, the girl stood up slowly. Sure enough, it was a very beautiful figure. After dozens of minutes, Liang Zhe finished the painting. "Okay, let's see if it looks like it?"
"No, take the painting away. I will have a chance to see it later. Thank you."
"But, but you, don't you look…"
"No, I know what you're going to say. It's okay. I'm also from this school. We will meet again in the future. I want to stay for a while. If there is nothing else, you can go first."
"Okay." Liang Zhe left with the frustration of not being recognized for his labor.
The next morning, Liang Zhe hung his new work on the bedside of the dormitory, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on it. "Huo! Liang Zhe, do you have a crush on your boy? He's in good shape, hey, which department? What's his name? Tell me quickly, how does he look like?" Facing the students' curiosity, Liang Zhe smiled. Instead of answering. Because, he doesn't know what that girl looks like. That girl has a sweet voice, long hair flowing, and a first-class figure, but who is she? What does she look like? This topic has been lingering in Liang Zhe's mind for a few days. That night, Liang Zhe came to Studio 403 again. But as soon as he arrived at the door, he found that the lock on the door was gone, and a premonition rushed into Liang Zhe's heart. He hurriedly opened the door, and sure enough! The light was on, and the girl was the same as that day, with her back to him , sitting there facing the corner. Today, she was wearing an old-fashioned dark green student uniform.
"Huh? When did you come in?"
"Just came, thank you. I saw the picture you drew for me last time, and it was very good."
"Oh? When did you watch it?"
"That day, I went to your dormitory to look for you. There was no one in your room. I saw it on the wall beside your bed. Classmate, can you draw another picture for me?"
"Yes, yes, but girl, you, why don't you turn around and sit?"
"Oh, I like people to look at my back, because I have a good figure, will you draw it?"
"Well, you're dressed in a weird way today."
"Old clothes from many years ago." Liang Zhe set up the easel again, just like that day, after the painting was finished, the girl asked Liang Zhe to take away his work.
That night, Liang Zhe who was lying on the bed almost didn't sleep all night. The girl's back was always dangling in front of him. In the next few days, Liang Zhe would see that girl in Studio 403 every night, and just like the first time, every time he finished drawing a picture for that girl, he would leave with his portfolio on his back. And every time Liang Zhe draws the girl's back! That girl always faces the corner and sits with her back to herself. Her request every day is that please don't draw my face, just my back will do.
In a blink of an eye, a week has passed. Liang Zhe gradually felt that the girl's behavior was a bit weird, and what he couldn't stand the most was that his classmates ridiculed him for being ugly, so he only dared to show her back to his classmates. That night, Liang Zhe made up his mind to make that girl turn around no matter what he said, he must draw a positive portrait of that girl. Liang Zhe firmly believed that the girl must be as beautiful as a fairy, but she was too shy.
When we arrived at Studio 403, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. What Liang Zhe didn't expect was that there was a lock on the door of Studio 403. What? Didn't the girl come today? I agreed to come. Liang Zhe pulled the lock, pushed the door open and entered the room, and turned on the light. Liang Zhe was sitting in front of the easel, he didn't have the mind to paint at all, the only thing in his mind was that girl. How could she not come? Eh? How could it be that Liang Zhe regained his spirit immediately, he picked up the pen, and drew while thinking, and after a while, an exceptionally beautiful girl appeared on the drawing paper. My own imagination drew a picture of the girl: a perfect figure, long black hair, and a playful and lovely face, it is absolutely wonderful. Liang Zhe put down his pen and admired his own work. He thought to himself that the girl's real face would be even cuter.
Squeak…the door opened. The girl walked in slowly, she was still wearing the light yellow dress when she met him for the first time. She lowered her head, with long hair hanging down from her sides, so that Liang Zhe couldn't see her face at all.
"Girl, what's wrong with you? Did someone bully you?"
"No one bullied me, but you lied to me."
"I…I lied to you? What's wrong?"
"I just saw through the crack of the door that you drew a picture of a girl with a very cute face. Is that person me?"
"It's you, girl. I'm so sorry, because you never let me see your face, I really…so, I just drew a face for you based on my imagination, please don't mind …"
"Didn't I tell you, please don't paint my face?"
"Since you're so curious, I'll let you see my face." After finishing speaking, the girl slowly raised her head, and she used both hands to brush her hair that was in front of her face. At this moment, Liang Zhe was extremely excited and nervous. He stared at the girl intently. Her hair was slowly pushed away. The girl's snow-white face was very beautiful, but it was…exactly the same as the one I drew! How could there be such a coincidence?! "Draw it, don't you want to draw my face? You draw it, don't you want to draw my face?…" Liang Zhe hurriedly lowered his head! He looked at his own face Drawing paper! My God! It's absolutely perfect! Liang Zhe looked up at the girl's face again…
The girl's face has changed! The sallow skin is wrinkled and intertwined! There are red blood dripping from the fleshy wounds! Her eyes are protruding outwards! Yellow pus is flowing from the mouth! And the two lips, It was clearly two pieces of deformed rotten meat!
"Help…help…" Liang Zhe ran out of the classroom like crazy, and he ran to the corridor.It's saved, Liang Zhe saw a person was about to go downstairs at the stairway ahead, Liang Zhe desperately chased him
"Classmate… drink… help me… classmate, there are ghosts, there are ghosts!"
"Ah… ah… ah…" The one who turned around was that devil's face…
Three years later, an old professor who came back from abroad gave a lecture at Gucheng Academy of Fine Arts. He talked about such a past event: Decades ago, a pair of brave twin sisters volunteered to work as mannequins at Gucheng Academy of Fine Arts. Their devotion to art has won the respect and admiration of all the teachers and students of the school, but at that time, if such things were spread, rumors and groundless accusations would definitely hit the sky. In order to protect a pair of twin sisters, the college stipulates that no student is allowed to paint their faces. But at that time, a student secretly painted their faces out of curiosity about whether there were dirty ghost stories , and then accidentally spread the painting. But it never occurred to them that it was such an unintentional mistake that finally made the twin sisters unable to bear the pressure of the world, and both of them disfigured and committed suicide. The place where they committed suicide was Gucheng Academy of Fine Arts. The old professor said that he was a student of the Gucheng Academy of Fine Arts back then, and that he and his classmates had drawn human body sketches for the twin sisters in Studio 403 on the top floor of the teaching building. Speaking of this, the old professor raised his right arm, and the sleeve of the right arm was empty. The old professor said that ten years ago, he lost his right hand because of an accident, and he never took it back after that. I have picked up a paintbrush, so I can only do some painting appreciation work. The old professor said that maybe it was a punishment, because the student who drew the faces of the twin sisters on the drawing board was himself.
Liang Zhe has graduated from the Gucheng Academy of Fine Arts. Years of hard work have made him a successful young painter. However, I don't know when Liang Zhe started to develop a habit, that is, every night before going to bed, he would go to the mirror and calmly say to himself in the mirror: Please, don't draw my face…
The editor is here to remind everyone, please, keep your promises!